Silence Of The Innocent
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SILENCE OF THE INNOCENT…
The silent voices of the countless victimized children their tragically fragile souls, victims of horrific stories often go untold. This is not just a story, this is THEIR story and it doesn’t stop here. There are many more atrocities that exist, hopefully sharing this will bring into view some of the uncomfortable truths. The young and innocent struggle to fight and survive housing insecurity and poverty of war alone. Bruised, beaten, battered, and exploited, branded with battle scars from physical, mental, emotional abuse and neglect.
Children fighting for their lives like soldiers in war only unprepared and unequipped for the battle. The unhoused lives of the innocent children, do they not matter? The devastation on the battlefield of life slowly deteriorating and destroying their young minds and bodies to its most inner core. The epidemic’s effect of neglect, house insecurity and poverty rages on, robbing children of a stable home, childhood, education, food, love, comfort, care and so much more.
There are severe and irreparable consequences of children suffering from abandonment, void of supervision, unhoused, unloved, hungry, ignored and poor. Innocent bystanders, victims of circumstance held prisoners of war to the embattled street life. Data statistics indicate the number of unhoused, destitute children and teens continues to rise. Youth suicide rates have climbed over recent years, suicide is the leading cause of death among youth experiencing housing insecurity and exhibit high rates of suicide attempts.
Another harsh and devastating reality is that unhoused youth are at a much higher rate of being sex and human trafficked worldwide. The silence of the innocent children feeling trapped on every side, psychologically exhausted by carrying such a heavy mental overload. Dressed in the uniform of burden and battle fatigue with the weight of oppression placed on the shoulders of the children to carry and bear, torment of young lives, detrimental and so unfair.
This is the voice of the countless, nameless, invisible faces of the innocent children victims of devastating circumstances. We are the children, the invisible sea of faces on the street, no one knows our name. We’re the unwanted and forgotten ones just the random missing pieces to a lost jigsaw puzzle game. Our daily existence depleted and void of available resources, unsheltered, malnourished from the lack of food, severe dehydration from inadequate water, sleep is minimal, the impact results in extreme sleep deprivation. We experience the effects of airborne, environmental and communicable diseases at a higher rate due to being in close proximity, overcrowding and sleeping on the germ and diseased-infested ground.
We’ve been fortunate enough so far not to be set on fire, however we have witnessed some adults being set ablaze as they slept, disregard for human life, gross negligence and willful neglect, reckless murder no regret. We have to remain hyper-vigilant to be watchful against every real or imagined threat. One critical slip up is all it takes to being captured and enslaved to masters of the human and sex trafficking trade, exploited, taken away to a foreign, unfamiliar hideaway. Vanished, gone without a trace.
The weather extremes create another life challenging dilemma for us without adequate weather gear our bodies violently shake from frigid cold temps, resulting in hypothermia or passing out from extreme heat exhaustion with no shelter to find relief, most cases resulted in a hospital stay. Should human beings live and exist in severe, unpredictable elements of nature? We are told to even shelter and protect our animals from extreme outdoor exposures. Isn’t human life more significant than that of an animal? Hunger is another huge problem. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I remember times as I sobbed and buried my face in my dripping muddy hands after digging through the soil for earthworms after the fresh spring rain in a frantic search for any source of food to be obtained. Stealing food was an option, but going to jail again wasn’t. Dumpster diving really wasn’t my thing because of all the rodents, diseases, feces and other dangerous byproducts, but starvation always won over those detestable things.
Feeling weak from extreme hunger, repulsed by what it takes to survive, lost, depressed, alone in my emotional distress, these chilling words invaded my mind and began to overwhelm me, words I thought I’d never say, but desperation and feeling all alone got in the way. I wish I never existed, no longer wanting to live another day. Life can be so unkind and cruel. I feel so hopeless and invisible that much I can say, roaming around aimlessly treated and living in the most inhumane way.
Can you imagine, alienated from a world with eight billion people on any given day? Maybe a helping hand could lead me out of the darkness with the hope I’ll have a chance to experience life in a new and positive way. Our young minds and bodies are weak, tired and weary. Our current life forecast discouraged, hopeless, quality of life affected severely. We won’t speak about the unthinkable and detestable things some of us are forced to do and be subjected to just to survive and stay alive.
Sometimes we will resort to occasional drug and alcohol use just to dampen and numb the pain for a little while. The use of certain drugs helps us to stay awake when vigilance is at an all-time high, keeping us one step ahead of the ruthless, sadistic pedophilia cults and predators who want to take us away and brutalize us in some profane way. We live amongst some of the most extreme, vile and violent criminals that the world has ever seen. The recoil of the world and its wickedness is just too much to fathom when you have to exist night and day among a sinister game of cat and mouse and you are the intended prey.
We have to be on guard, not allowing the unnoticed to sneak in having also to protect ourselves from the night stalkers, the non-human, four- legged variety, the environmental predators and the ones that slither and scurry along the way who venture out at night to feed, stalk and slay. So you see, it’s not only the two-legged creatures we are in danger from and have to keep at bay. Keep in mind, we are exposed and cohabitate with anything and everything in this concrete jungle from the dangerous streets in America to other distant lands far away.
The reality is we live this life existence on the street everyday, we are on constant alert ducking and dodging every menacing figure not knowing who to trust. Life on the street is filled with every unimaginable evil, everyone fighting for the same thing, survival at any cost. We are paralyzed by the haunting voices of our lost souls that desperately scream, can we make it through yet another day?
No one came to our rescue as we spiraled out of control, gasping and choking for air in the shivering cold, being violently awakened with gripping fear from the same recycled nightmare, you’re all alone no one is here. The world offered no compassion, not a kind word, a friendly face or tender touch just the echoed chanted whispers, we don’t matter, we’re not good enough. The weight of life has beaten us down and we can’t get up. We stand all alone feeling no one cares, nowhere to escape, full of stress and doubt, no way out. There’s no one there to guide, comfort and love us through. We’re just innocent little children without a voice, so confused, scared, and lost, what do we do?
Branded the strays and habitual runaways, what a high price to pay for a chance of survival but running was the only way. We the castaways, unloved and invisible children wear the pain of rejection, it’s our close companion, the pain of desperation right by our side. It offers us a temporary reprieve from the horrific street drama just casually sitting at the sidelines of a store, joking and laughing, passing the time providing they don’t chase us away, it doesn’t seem like such overt danger unlike that of the street life war. The advantage of doing so is that security patrol is often nearby, we can have a moment of safety beyond prying eyes of the parasitic predators lying in wait just on the other side. As you go about your busy day could you offer a small gesture, a simple hello, a wink, or even a smile of acknowledgment just to let us know that we exist and that this feeling of being treated and seen as invisible would not continue to persist.
We would feel a little satisfaction knowing that we were seen that day and not feeling so misplaced and rejected from the human race. Your simple act of kindness would help to refresh and renew our spirits to live and fight another day. There’s nothing like eye contact, the window to the soul and just some emotional connection one human being to another to help mend our broken hearts and ease the pain from the innocence that others stole.
Society rejected us because we’re unhoused, poor and don’t fit in. 2B honest we don’t want to fit in when words and actions are used to hurt and offend that is what society has done, judged, convicted and condemned. How are we supposed to cope and comprehend when some of us are forced to deal with the adult, vicious street life, some as young as the age of ten having to grow up overnight from little girls and boys to women and men? We want to feel safe, loved and protected and go back to just being kids again!
It’s the deafening silence of feeling insignificant, invisible, faceless, forgotten, less than human that puts us at risk in an unhealthy and self-harming way. We just want to feel human… this life has violated, raped and stolen us of our identity, dignity and humanity. Could you please, if you wouldn’t mind, share a moment of your time, ignite a spark of a human connection with us so we don’t have to continue to feel the weight of devastation from every human rejection? If not, it’s ok it’s to be expected that’s our life of pain. You don’t even know MY name. It really doesn’t seem to matter so much to you, but we really want our name to matter, our identity to matter, our voice to matter, our life… Please forgive us, we’re all a little broken inside, every hurt, desperation, exploitation and rejection we felt in this world said you’re not welcome here access denied!
We wear the faces of desperation, anxiety and fear dressed in dirty tattered threads and hole-ridden shoes as we teeter on the brink of reality, the mind trips and skips a beat as madness begins to creep in, slowly losing mental footing, drifting into the darkness of the abyss. The taste of death is more than a passing fantasy, more of a desperate plea to escape from this insanity.
Just thinking, will we be missed after the final act of turmoil and pain are silenced? Will anyone even shed a tear or say goodbye when we’re no longer here? Do you hear us through our muffled cries as they echo and bounce off the tormented walls of life, leaving us feeling worthless, rejected, empty and victimized inside? Or, do you think our worn identity is just an invisible disguise? Does our short stay on earth count for anything or will our total existence be forgotten and erased, deleted from the human race? Surely, we were born with a purpose in mind and not to just take up empty space and time.
We just don’t comprehend no mother, father, family or friend we really didn’t know our short life would come to such a tragic end…just a careless whisper, a life of muted tones, a vapor in the wind. Tragically, for many innocent children the contemplation of profound desperation, mental and physical exhaustion has come to full fruition, time has run its course, all hope lost, the remnants that remain is a shattered heart, tear stained faces concealing every fear and suicidal thought. As the children speak, listen to their emotional toll in the face of suffering.
As life for some of us begins to quickly turn to shades of gray, the will to live begins to quickly fade away. Can we have one last chance to be seen and feel like a human being today? The constant onslaught of the shame of rejection is deafening. The voices inside begin to grow louder. The random whispers begin to turn to screams of rage, the multitude of our broken hearts cry out… Can you just see us and ease the pain?… We’re just a vapor in the wind that’s all that remains. We thought we broke the chain of the generational curse of trauma but, it was all in vain. No one ever taught us how to offload the shame and pray to God in his Holy name. We’re drowning in our own pain… Take a closer look into our eyes and remember us as you quickly pass us by, We’ll see you one day on the other side. One deep sigh, one last breath… suicide…was the cause of death.
As their young innocent lives came to such a tragic end, there are many innocent, vulnerable children who surrendered to suicide after such a valiant fight and demonstrated unmeasured strength in this unthinkable battle. They gave up this hostile and unbearable earthly life in hopes to find a safe haven, refuge, a loving home on the other side of here. Longing for love, protection, comfort and basic necessities of life and to be SEEN. Was that so much to ask? The multitude of children now rest safely and securely in His loving arms with no regrets. All praise to the Mighty one above who deeply loves, cares and accepts. He tenderly wipes away their tears, caresses them softly as He listens to all their heartfelt prayers, longings and fears. One last breath away into the glory of their safe, eternal home guided by the one who holds the master key to Heaven’s gate of everlasting eternity. HE KNOWS MY NAME…ACCESS GRANTED!
To all the precious, innocent children around the world who were victims of murder, rape, torture, sextortion and exploitation cults, no one answered your cry for help in your anguish, sorrow and emotional and physical pain, so many of you were subjected to horrific unthinkable acts of unjust treatment, rejection, shame, fear, and robbed of your humanity. There are NO WORDS to express what you have SUFFERED. That tremendous load wasn’t yours to carry, that fight wasn’t yours to endure… To the silence of the innocent your voices have been heard. May you rest now in His eternal love and peace, a peaceful rest for sure!
-ArkCha’GivingHope.Org
